"My dad's looking for me." I sighed, as I checked my phone, it had been a while sine Lucy ran back and I had been waiting with him.

Greg nodded, looking a little detached. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" I inquired.

"I have to face them at one point." He nodded.

We started walking, halfway there Greg grabbed my hand. I didn't say anything, I just let him.

It didn't take very long for us to run into his dad. The man turned, spotted us, then put down his drink and immediately surged towards us.

"Were you telling Lucy that nonsense again?" He demanded.

Greg didn't answer. He stared at his feet. I could feel the anxiety pressure on my chest, but it wasn't intense enough to bring me into a panic attack. I was going to keep it together, for Greg.

"Look up at me Georgia." He ordered.

"That's not my name." Greg said quietly.

"What did you just say?"

Greg looked up, and stared his dad straight in the eye. "Dad, I have something to tell you."

"What?" He seemed angry.

"I'm gay." Greg gasped out.

Mr. Smith eyed me. "You can't be gay if you're dating a boy."

Greg's fingers clenched around mine. "I'm transgender, I'm a boy."

Mr. Smith's teeth clenched. "No you're not, because you have a girls body."

"That doesn't matter, gender identity and biological sex aren't the same thing." Greg spat back.

"You are a stupid little girl!" He yelled, people's heads were turning.

I spotted my dad as he glanced over, obviously confused. I internally cringed, I didn't want him to see this.

"I'm a boy. I'm gay and I'm in love with another boy. Micah is my soulmate and I love him." Greg screamed back.

His father raised his hand, and Gred winced. I gasped, he had hit Greg before. Greg's on dad had hit him. He has hurt my boyfriend. I stepped in front of Gregory.

"You keep your hands off my boyfriend." I almost hissed.

"Micah?" My dad asked, coming closer. "What's going on?"

"Your son's probably the one who put these ideas into my little girl's brain." Mr. Smith accused, pointing at him.

My dad stood there, confused for a moment. He laid eyes on me, saw we were holding hands, then noticed the faint glow from my chest. I watched him put two and two together.

"All I see is my son and his boyfriend, sir." He said slowly.

I wanted to leap forward and hug my dad for saying that. My heart swelled with pride. I gave him a thumbs up and he nodded.

Mr. Smith reeled, he looked extremely offended. His brow was furrowed in disgust and hatred.

"Get off my property you freaks." He spat, yanking me away from Greg. "Georgia, go to your room."

"You can't force me back into the closet. I refuse to stay here until you acknowledge me as your son." Greg snarled, as he reached for me.

Mr. Smith paused, then pushed Greg to the ground. "Then don't stay here."

Greg's eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me. You have thirty seconds to get out." Mr. Smith ordered.

Greg's mouth gaped open. "Screw you."

"Get out of here, I didn't raise my daughter to act like this." Mr. Smith yelled again. "My daughter is dead. You're not my son."

Greg pushed himself back up to his feet and walked away. I followed him, my dad saw that we were leaving and got the drill.

"Georgia!" Lucy yelled, almost desperately, her father held her back.

"My name is Gregory!" He yelled at her, fists clenched and shaking.

"Son." My dad started, as we walked away. "You're welcome to stay with us if that's what you need."

Greg wiped his eyes. "Thank you Mr. Halabi."

Then he started crying.

He was a mess the car ride home. I sat in the back seat so I could be with him. He cried a lot, he said how much he regretted it. I rubbed his back and just reminded him how stupidly brave he was. We we got home my dad made us hot chocolate and Greg leaned against me while I wrapped him in blankets.

"There you go." I sighed, tucking him in and running my hands through his hair.

"I can't believe I did that." He muttered, holding onto his mug.

"Do you feel better now though?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, a lot better."

"That's good." I sighed, and kissed his head.

My dad sat down across from us with his own mug, and grinned. "So you're Gregory?"

"You can call me Greg if you want, sir." He said quietly.

"I uh, I kinda new to your community and such, but I wanna say what you did earlier was very brave." He complimented.

"Thanks." Greg blushed in embarrassment.

"You boys want to watch a movie?" He asked. "We can order pizza?"

"That sounds sick." I agreed.

"You guys stop being so nice to me for goodness sake, I'm gonna start crying again." Greg huffed.

"You wanna pick the movie babe?" I asked.

"That's a good idea." My dad said from across the room. "Don't let Micah pick or we'll be sobbing over chick flicks all night."

I rolled my eyes. "I made him watch The Fault in Our Stars."

"That was horrible." He insisted. "Yes I would large a large pepperoni..."

Greg smiled. "Let's watch superhero movies. I wasn't allowed to watch them."

I scoffed. "Now that's ridiculous."

He smirked sheepishly at the acts of teenage rebellion we were about to commit by taking part in the Marvel franchise. I leaned in to kiss him again.

"Alright, pizza's on it's way- oh, sorry, don't let me interrupt anything." My dad said awkwardly as he sat down again.

I broke away from Greg's face to throw him a sarcastic glare. "Dad."

A few hours, two boxes of pizza, and two movies later Greg was asleep. I imagine today took a lot out of him. My arm was numb from him leaning against it.

"I'm gonna take him up my room, I'll sleep on the floor." I told my dad who was also near a pizza comatose.

"I trust you." He gave me a tired thumbs up.

I got my hands under his legs and back and carried him to my room. He got the bed, after today, he earned it. I placed him down gently, and all of a sudden he glanced around blearily.

"What? Did I fall asleep?" He blink, obviously still tired.

"You can have my bed until we get something a little more permanent, just go back to sleep." I assured, ruffling his hair.

He rubbed his forehead. "Ugh, turn around for a second, I'm not supposed to sleep in my binder."

Oh yeah, I had forgot about that. I obliged, facing away while I got some extra blankets out of my closet to make myself a bed.

"Where can I put this?" He asked again, holding his binder, now wearing just his shirt.

"Anywhere's fine."

He folded it up and left it on my bedside table. I laid down.

"One more thing?" He asked.

I sat up, he looked like he was blushing. "Yeah?"

"Can you, uh...sometimes I...sometimes I get nightmares okay, I just-"

I silenced him by standing up and laying down next to him.

"Like this?" I asked.

He blushed. "Yeah...thanks."

I wrapped arm around him after a few minutes, and we both fell asleep.